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*6 months has passed* December of 2012

Reyas POV
"Sirrreeeenn," I mumbled with my eyes closed. "I'm trying to sleep. Can't you practice somewhere else or you know, sleep like a normal fucking person?"
"Sorry, still trying to write this fucking riff. I just can't get it right to save my life," she called from her bed next to mine.

Im so glad Siren is here in Florida with me now. Since she got here in July, things have been much easier for me. Siren and I have cut off all contact with the boy in BVB. Andy must be enjoying Juliet, it's all I ever hear about anymore. Twitter, Alternative Press, Harddrive Radio, Facebook, every-fucking-where. I'm so sick and tired of this. Juliet auditioned for the voice and got second, Andy was there every time. I stopped watching my favorite show to avoid looking at him as he called her 'baby' and 'sweetheart'. They even got tattoos for each other. White rabbit and Dragon fly or something, really cool...more like really stupid.
Siren and I have been working on forming a new band, however, it's not working so well. I moved out of Brandon's houses last month, just time to grow up.

Siren and I decided to live together in a small two bedroom house about ten minutes from the Art Insitute, where she was majoring in creative arts, and I was now attending on scholarship for graphic design and creative writing. I must admit, I really love my writing class. When we aren't in school, we've been working on making our own record with a friend of ours who is also attending the college for music and audio programming. I've hit major writers block, but we've been gaining some interest from a label based in Sarastoa and Fort Meyers. They might be signing us to a band soon, siren and I both.

Im sorry to say...I've still been cutting...I ran out of space on my left arm...so I resorted to my hips. They are now scarred. I've been clean now for three weeks, only because I was reopening cuts because I don't have more unvisited space. Anywhere else someone would be sure to notice. Things are just...tough. Mom and Dad still won't talk to me. I've been missing Andy. I miss our late night talks, his string tattooed arms around me, his deep comforting voice...stop. I have to stop, any farther and I will need a visit to my blade. I absent mindedly rubbed my arm, irritating the newest cuts...enjoying the sick response, it was enough to tide me over...only Siren knew I was doing it, and she tried to help best she could.

"I'm gonna stop anyway. I need to get some sleep too," Siren said with a yawn. "Can I at least turn on some music, Rey?"
"Yeah, go ahead, just set the volume at four on a random list."
"Gotcha." I heard her bed squeak as she got up and plugged in her iPod. She walked back to her bed. I wish I wasn't so fucking lazy right now, but I'm as comfortable as it gets in my small queen bed. Her iPod was playing "Lauren's Song" by Breathe Carolina. I closed my eyes and let the quiet melody by David Schmitt ease my breathing. As the song faded out, I froze at a familiar melody as it began. No not this song...I can't...not now...
I can't help but close my eyes for life and dream a different ending.
When I wake, I won't be so exhausted and I'll stop with all my pretending.
that I'm fine, I'm fine if I can fool myself tonight.
My lie will drown out all of yours.

I can't listen to this fucking song. He's only a memory now, Reya. I closed my eyes tightly, refusing to shed another tear. My chest aches.
I will not bend until I break. How much can one bruised body take?
just not enough to silence me. You're only a memory.
Ill scream these words till they come true, then I will think no more of you.

I can't listen anymore. I pull out my phone. I didn't know Siren listens to Late Nite Reading...It's a pop punk band I'd been following, one of the first concerts I'd been to. Their song On Mainstreet start playing in her ihome.
Thinking of our final words and memories now in the past.
Just like a play with no beginning, our ending went by way too fast.
He was the time bomb and she was the fuse, the resulting explosion will daze and confuse.

I decided to pull up my titter. God damn it. The first fucking post was a tweet from Alternative Press reading "Black Veil Brides to release new album Wretched and Divine: Story of the Wild Ones this January. Album features guest appearances, such as front man Andy Biersacks girlfriend and a voice runner up Juliet Simms."

I roll my eyes. Next tweet-
Julietsimmsall: aww my cutie brought me food and kisses ;) *picture of Andy with pizza box
Julietsimmsall: Love my White Rabbit @AndyBVB, cuddle? ;)

No one fucking cares. I can't believe he got a fucking tattoo with her. Thanks to her, I'd stopped watching alternative press, and the voice. I couldn't stand seeing Andy on TV calling her 'baby' and 'sweetheart' or some other shitty thing like that. I see a post from Late Nite Reading.
Bradyszuhaj: hey fans! Looking for bands to potentially tour with. Contact Bernie.

Bernie was the bass player Bradys dad and their manager.
ClaytonJCollins: meet and greet in Florida tomorrow! Come say hi with your sexy faces.

OMG I have to see them! Maybe I could talk siren into seeing about touring with them. I lock my phone and tuck it safely under my pillow. I pull my pillow close, wrapping my arms around it. Nights like this, I only wish I had someone...

(Late Nite Reading- Brady Szuhaj-bass. Clayton Collins- lead guitar. Dalton Wixom-lead singer. Drew Cotrell-drums)


Andy's POV
Im completely shit faced. The guys brought us to the bar, and Juliet went off the dance when I hit my eighth shot. the burn in my stomach is numbing. I glance over to the floor, Juliet was waving me over. I down the ninth shot and stumble through the dance floor over to her. Once next to her, she places her hips right against mine, one hand around the back of my neck, and pulls her self on her tippy toes to whisper, "we should go back to the bus." I nodded and we stumbled, well I did, back onto my bus. Once inside, Juliet attacked me in a tight, passionate kiss. my fingers locked on her hips, her hands tugged in my hair as our tongues began contacting each others, dancing. she mumbles,"maybe...we should...lose a few...layers." between kisses. Next thing I know, there is a pile of clothes in the floor, and Juliet is laying naked in my bed. I climb in top of her, locking our lips again, our hands learning each others bodies. I start kissing her neck. "Make me yours, Andy." she says through jagged breath. No encouragement needed.

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